there's nothing more for me

Rava was comforted, she was held tightly by the elegant slave and even without her cloak she felt safe. Despite all of the uncertainty that faced her and Saia she could cling to her companion for now. Saia didn’t make any move to release her, but Rava was given enough room to wiggle should she have need. The veiled beauty didn’t hesitate to answer when Rava asked about her motives. Saia’s answer was simple enough, Rava couldn’t argue her resemblance to a child. Their similarities surprised her however.

At one time Saia had been in her position, she hadn’t always been the strong and proud slave that she was right now. She had been in the exact same place as Rava had been. Maybe that was one reason why the girl found it so easy to trust the veiled woman. To allow her close like this, to trust her without her cloak covering her dainty form.

Rava had no one in the world, with her traumatic upheaval of anything she knew, it was easy to cling to Saia. Knowing they were so similar, she could have hope that one day she could have strength similar to the veiled woman. ”I understand.” She offered softly, knowing that she couldn’t count completely on Saia to keep her safe she needed to do as she was told. Build up her walls, strengthen herself.

How long would they be forced to stay here in limbo, only guessing where they would be forced. What kind of future horrors would they be put through? She wasn’t a stranger to abuse, but the girl hated being forced to sit here and guess. ”Thank you, again.” She pressed her features back into Saia’s soft fur, ignoring the fact that her muddy paws were soiling the woman’s clean coat. ”I’ll try and be strong.” She promised softly, her words more confident than she felt.